Chapter 81
Chapter 81
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Unburied Grief
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Day 34 of living as the new Chang-woo.
During that time, I had intentionally, or perhaps subconsciously, ignored news of my past life.
I could have looked into it, but I didn't.
Besides, no one would recognize me, and I felt it would only hinder my adjustment to this new life.
Thanks to the legacy left by the original Chang-woo, unimaginable events kept popping up every day.
And because I spent every day having stimulating and enjoyable sex with Jung Hye-na.
I was able to submerge my past self in my subconscious and live fully as the new Chang-woo.
However, through an unexpected connection, I came face to face with Professor Hwang Si-hoo.
And through him, I finally heard news of my past self.
"In case you don't know, I should tell you that a vegetative state and brain death are two very different things."
"I know. The person is already dead, but an artificial heart-lung machine forces oxygen into the blood and removes carbon dioxide to keep it circulating."
My breath hitched.
I was never sent to a hospice ward to prepare for the end. I died before that.
In truth, I don't know how I died.
I just woke up in this body after going to sleep.
I naturally assumed my body was dead and the funeral was long over.
"Why are the bereaved family members against a funeral?"
"They can't accept the death. It seemed like there was some improvement. They also resent the supervising professor and the university, believing his condition worsened because he continued his lab work while fighting the illness."
That's not it.
I just had bad luck and got sick. Wanting the degree was entirely my own will.
I knew I might die from the cancer recurring.
Since I'd lost my manhood, I wanted to at least go to the afterlife with a doctorate to my name.
"Still, Professor Jang has sincerely apologized to the family, and they seem to be coming to terms with it, so I think they'll take him off the machine and hold a funeral soon."
"...It doesn't seem like it was the professor's fault, though."
"How could one say that in front of the family? The guilt of not looking after his student's health is a burden he'll carry for life."
My head spun.
I felt dizzy, like I was going to throw up.
I don't know how I managed to compose myself and act like everything was fine.
I remained polite, bowed to the professor, and left his house.
Clutching the business card he insisted I take, telling me to be sure to call.
"..."
The neon lights seemed so dreary.
I couldn't understand why the faces of the people on the street were so bright.
When I alone, my heart alone, felt so dark.
I barely managed to take a staggering step forward.
I was terrified to even imagine what my family was feeling, why they were refusing to hold a funeral.
I couldn't bear to imagine the look in my father and mother's eyes as they gazed upon their dead son every day...
"Ugh, uegh."
This is why I wanted to forget.
I tried to live as if it never existed, to let it sink into my subconscious forever.
I wanted to live my whole life without knowing, because confronting it would do no good.
If I could just throw up properly, I might feel better.
But nothing came out of my stomach except the nauseating sound of dry heaves.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Choi Ji-soo struggled to open her eyes, needing to use the bathroom.
After relieving herself, she took a quick shower, her legs trembling.
She wanted to go back and collapse.
But the dried saliva, sweat, and semen all over her body were starting to bother her.
"Ah."
She felt a sticky fluid trickle down from her vagina.
Looking down, she saw it streaming out like spilled milk.
It was the result of having sex non-stop for four days and three nights, right up until this morning.
"He really came a lot..."
Despite her trembling legs and sore nether regions, Choi Ji-soo let out a small laugh.
After finishing her shower, she was about to return to the living room.
When she saw a figure huddled in the hallway, she flinched in surprise.
"Lee Chang-woo? Why are you over there like that?"
"..."
Lee Chang-woo, who had been squatting with his back against the wall, silently raised his head.
His eyes shone with a gaze so sharp it was startling, even in the darkness.
His pale, flawless skin created a dangerously cool atmosphere.
Even though she had vehemently insisted she couldn't do it again today.
Choi Ji-soo's heart began to pound.
Her blood rushed, and she was already getting wet down below, craving the man.
'Crazy...'
She finally understood why Jung Hye-na had let him go at it until her vagina tore.
He looked so dangerous, so fatal.
She couldn't bear not to hold him.
She wanted to take him in, even if it meant breaking.
So she approached him.
"What's wrong? Are you sulking because we said we couldn't do it today?"
Squatting down to meet his eyes, Choi Ji-soo gently touched his cheek, only to flinch again.
The damp tear tracks on his cheek.
"You... you weren't crying, were you?"
Still no answer.
The usual desire was absent from his eyes as he looked at her.
A sorrow so vast and heavy it seemed to consume the soul.
That fatal abyss in his pupils stared silently at Choi Ji-soo.
"Hey, the great Lee Chang-woo crying? Seriously, that's absurd. What is it? What happened? You said you became friends with Im Chae-seul. Don't tell me you're crying because of her?"
Choi Ji-soo spoke jokingly as she gently pulled his head into her embrace.
As his forehead touched her firm breasts, Lee Chang-woo suddenly shot up and swept her into his arms.
"Eek! Hey, no. Stop. We said we'd just hold hands and sleep today, ahk!"
The moment Lee Chang-woo latched onto her nipple, Choi Ji-soo's whole body trembled with pleasure.
The tall man, holding the glamorous woman, strode into the small living room.
He laid Choi Ji-soo down next to the still-unconscious Jung Hye-na and began to ravish both women with rough movements.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I think I spent over two hours mindlessly pounding Choi Ji-soo's pussy.
Jung Hye-na, forcibly woken from her sleep, joined in, eagerly kissing me.
When we switched to a face-to-face seated position, Choi Ji-soo wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.
"Did something bad happen? You seem so sad today."
"...A little."
"I don't know what it is, but stay strong. You have us."
"Oppa, be strong. If you're sad, we're sad too..."
"Hye-na, let's do our best to comfort Chang-woo."
"Yes. Ah, I wish I would heal faster."
"It's fine. I'm sturdy enough to handle it. I'll just have to monopolize Chang-woo's dick for a while."
I had sex with the two women all night long.
Our bodies intertwined, genitals rubbing, I tried to wash away the darkness in my heart with their bodily fluids.
I washed and washed, but it kept welling up again.
So I continued to pour the sweat, juices, and fluids from their bodies onto it.
I endlessly poured the pleasure forged from sex into the hole in my heart.
But it still wasn't filled.
So I kept pouring.
The two women asked nothing, silently accepting me all through the night.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Without a wink of sleep, I entangled myself with the two women.
Jung Hye-na had to leave for work, so she slipped out at the end and managed to get about two hours of sleep.
But Choi Ji-soo, who had taken my cock all night, continued to stroke my hair even as she panted for breath.
Instead of moans of pleasure, she whispered endless words of comfort.
"There, there, my Chang-woo. Don't cry. I'll comfort you. Okay?"
Only then did I realize.
That I had been crying the entire time we were having sex.
Ah, so that's why they both accepted me without saying a word.
"I... we will comfort you. Okay? Don't cry, Chang-woo..."
Lying beneath me in the missionary position, Choi Ji-soo comforted me as if soothing a baby, stroking my hair.
She was so lovely, and I was so grateful.
Jung Hye-na, who had stayed with me to her limit before falling asleep beside us, was just as precious.
These women have become a part of my life... no, they've become my life itself.
Could I ever live without them now?
I had no confidence I could.
What would have happened if I'd spent the night alone, wallowing in self-pity and dark thoughts?
Something inside me might have broken, largely and irreversibly.
But thanks to these two women caressing me with all their body and soul, with love and devotion.
I think I was able to overcome it by just shedding a few tears.
I came deep inside Choi Ji-soo's womb one last time, pulling her soft, naked body close as I whispered.
"Ji-soo, I love you."
"I love you too. And, Chang-woo."
"I know, I won't cry."
"No, I was going to say let's invite Im Chae-seul to our chat room. Or someone else."
"I don't feel like joking about that right now. Let's do it later."
"No, I'm not joking..."
I covered Choi Ji-soo's mouth.
The mood was so good, and now she pulls a lame joke like this.
She's so infuriating. I'll have to have sex with her one last time before work.
"Ahk! Chang-woo, I love you. Don't cry. Haaang."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ On my way to work, I saw a long text from Hwang Ah-young.
I reassured her, saying I was fine and that her father seemed like a good person who even treated me to expensive alcohol.
[Hwang Ah-young] Really? You drank with my dad? ♥♥
[Hwang Ah-young] Dad didn't say anything about that ♥♥
[Hwang Ah-young] ㅠㅠ Hmph, it would have been more fun if I was there too, but I was completely knocked out...♥♥
It was hard to focus completely on work.
The funeral of my past self was still playing out in my head.
An impulse to go see it kept surging within me.
But I didn't have the courage to see my mother sobbing.
My heart ached, but it would be better to just let it be buried.
I'm a completely different person now, after all.
[Me] I'm not going to work out today, I'll head straight home
[Me] Hye-na, when can you be here?
[Jung Hye-na] I'll get off on time and go straight home
[Me] Thanks
From Tuesday to Friday.
I skipped my workouts and went straight home after work to have sex with the two women.
Only when I was submerged inside their bodies could I forget the darkness that kept welling up in my heart.
I ravaged them without rest.
We skipped eating out, going straight home to have sex until the next morning.
Then I'd come home from work and we'd have sex again.
I tried to erase my worries by having sex from night until morning.
Thankfully, both of them played along and comforted me without asking any questions.
I spent the entire weekend, Saturday and Sunday, clinging to the two women without stepping foot outside the house.
I had some minimal concerns, so I mostly avoided thrusting, using my mouth and hands and only putting it inside their pussies when I was about to cum.
"Chang-woo. If you want to, you can put it in and move. It must be unsatisfying to only put it in when you cum."
"No. It's fine. You're still hurt."
"I'm really okay."
I burned the weekend away in pleasure with the two women, shaking off the depression about my past life.
On Monday, I was busy at work and only managed to check my messages in the afternoon.
[Choi Ji-soo] Chang-woo, Hye-na, we're in big trouble
[Me] What? Why?
[Jung Hye-na] ?
[Choi Ji-soo] I'm at the hospital
[Choi Ji-soo] They said it's a tear
[Choi Ji-soo] Sorry lol
[Jung Hye-na] Gasp
Because Choi Ji-soo had so casually added a "lol" at the end.
For a moment, I couldn't understand what she meant.
[Me] What are you talking about?
[Choi Ji-soo] A vaginal tear lol
[Choi Ji-soo] Sorry, your noona is this weak...
[Jung Hye-na] ㅠㅠ Unni...♡
Hey, you're at the hospital for a vaginal tear, right?
Is that something to add 'lol' to?
I finally understood the kind of situation where Choi Ji-soo would add 'lol' to her messages.
Wait, but Hye-na.
Looking at it now, she's 'hearted' every one of Ji-soo's messages.
Why doesn't she heart any of mine...